the other will bear the no less illustrious title of the Saviour of his Country. How is our joy turned into mourning! The bells that have been ringing the notes of gladness, are clanging in consonance with the unutterable woe that fills every heart. The flags that have been flaunting the glorious tidings of victory, are draped with the gloomy emblems of mourning. All, all is sorrow and gloom. Bring the censer and shake it gently, bring the bell and toll it solemnly, bring the psalm and chant it mournfully. Bring the flag and lower it, bring the drum and muffle it, bring the fife, the bugle and the instruments all, and pour out a requiem over the noblest victim ever sacrificed to appease fiendish hate.- Troy Daily Times. A DIRGE FOR WEDNESDAY, APRIL 19, 1865. BY A. S. PEASE. Toll! toll! the solemn bell! On the sad air, voice be dumb. bosom thrill Only with prayer. Hear us to-day : Turn not away. Drape every heart in grief, Loved and revered, Solemnly bier'a. Muffle the rousing drum; Of daily strife. Get we new life. High let our eagle soar; No more to cease. Whispers of peace. Great God of Liberty ! Hear us, we pray : Troy Daily Press. During the afternoon of this day, the Hon. Uri Gilbert, Mayor of the city, received the following note. Albany, April 22. To the Mayor of Troy: The common council committee of this city, having in charge the arrangements for the obsequies of the late President Lincoln, on Wednesday next, have directed that an invitation be extended to your municipal authorities, and through you, to the various military and fire companies, and also the civic and religious associations of your city, to unite in the ceremonies. You will please communicate your intention to John Tracey, chairman of the committee. J. C. CUYLER, Secretary. The mayor caused this note to be published soon after its reception, and announced generally to those named in it, the invitation it contained. He also notified a meeting of the common council, to be held on the Monday next following: ORDER OF THE NATIONAL GUARD. HEAD QRs., 24TH REGT., N. Y. S. N. G., Troy, N. Y., April 22d, 1865. } GENERAL ORDER No. 12. The regiment will parade on Wednesday, the 26th inst., for the purpose of participating in the obsequies of the late lamented President of the United States. Commandants of companies will report with their commands at their armories, fully uniformed and equipped, at 8 o'clock A. M. of that day. Field and staff will report at the colonel's quarters at the same hour. The regimental band, Capt. Doring, and the drum corps, Drum Major Perkins, will report to the Adjutant, at the hour before mentioned. Commandants of companies will be notified by the Adjutant on the morning of the parade as to the the formation of the line. Quartermaster Church will provide the transportation. The regimental battery will accompany the parade. Capt. Landon, commanding A Co., will make such arrangements as may be necessary. Commandants of armories will cause the colors to be displayed at half-staff at 8 o'clock A. M. on the 26th inst., and to remain at half-staff till their commands return to their quarters. The attention of officers is again called to General Order No. 10. By order. ISAAC MCCONIHE JR., GURDON G. MOORE, Adj. Col. Com. SUNDAY, APRIL 23D, 1865. IN MEMORIAM A. L. BY B. H. HALL. Strong in the strength of common sense : Fettered by naught but right's own rules; With wisdom blessed above the schools, Finding in every human face Some image of the source of all, Hearing in every bondman's call The suppliance of a common race ; Thus armed, in blackest hour of hate, Obedient to a people's voice And sacred by a people's choice, He came to guard and save the state. He waited, suffering long the rage That strove the nation's heart to pierce, And watched, till treason's madness fierce At Sumter cast the rebel gage. Then to his summons forth there came Brave Northern men with hurrying tread, Fired with a vengeance grand and dread, To vindicate the nation's fame. They left the busy marts of trade, They left the anvil and the plough, And their sweet lives, with solemn vow, On their dear country's altar laid. Then through long years of deadliest strife Our banner trodden in the dust Lincoln, with simple, childlike trust, Stood firm to save the nation's life. He never yielded hope nor heart. Pierced with the shaft of bitter hate, He chose with kindest soul to wait, And hide the venom of the dart. He could not sink to motives base, Nor seek a good by doubtful ends; |